[with that soft hum of assent, francel pulls back, looking a little less teary-eyed, though his lashes are still wet and his nose is still a little red. he sniffs.]
I... Truth be told, I already had some wine in my room ere you came. Please, it's just this way...
[leaving the remnants of their tea to the undoubtedly puzzled manservant on hand, francel leads aymeric to his room on the second floor. at some point, at least, francel must have been beloved by his parents: he has, easily, the best room in the house, with plenty of space and a balcony overlooking ishgard. the room is nothing like the shack he lives in at skyfire locks. but it's almost as if there's too much space — the only furniture in the room is his bed, a table, some chairs, and shelves of books that line the walls.
it's easy to imagine francel as a child in this room, with piles and piles of books laid out on his spacious bed. at the same time, it feels almost unbearably lonely.
francel pulls the chairs to the table, where, indeed, a bottle of wine rests on its surface. it's not exactly a luxury wine befitting a lord of the high houses — one would struggle to imagine lord (count) artoirel serving aymeric this wine — but it's a good year from a good brand, and francel seems to do a lot of drinking in his room.]
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[with that soft hum of assent, francel pulls back, looking a little less teary-eyed, though his lashes are still wet and his nose is still a little red. he sniffs.]
I... Truth be told, I already had some wine in my room ere you came. Please, it's just this way...
[leaving the remnants of their tea to the undoubtedly puzzled manservant on hand, francel leads aymeric to his room on the second floor. at some point, at least, francel must have been beloved by his parents: he has, easily, the best room in the house, with plenty of space and a balcony overlooking ishgard. the room is nothing like the shack he lives in at skyfire locks. but it's almost as if there's too much space — the only furniture in the room is his bed, a table, some chairs, and shelves of books that line the walls.
it's easy to imagine francel as a child in this room, with piles and piles of books laid out on his spacious bed. at the same time, it feels almost unbearably lonely.
francel pulls the chairs to the table, where, indeed, a bottle of wine rests on its surface. it's not exactly a luxury wine befitting a lord of the high houses — one would struggle to imagine lord (count) artoirel serving aymeric this wine — but it's a good year from a good brand, and francel seems to do a lot of drinking in his room.]
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